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 Jan 2018 Apostrophe's
Andra
ardent lights

whizzing tv

cigarette smoke

and you.

i don't like it when you look at me like that
i don't like it because i will get home and
i won't be able to sleep

this memory

and that stroke

or how you  cover me carefully

so i am not (afraid) cold

or the tears


and you're telling me you don't know?
that stranded us here my dear
these words will just sit and wait
for conclusions to be drawn
draw me
in
an
circle
show me how
to die better than you

teach me of this speech
with what brand is your tongue marked
oh buzzards over me
that my flesh shall be picked to none
as i lay prepared here in these gallows
your inked bells are ringing to me
that my ears may dance in flames
flicker me with your candle
engulf me
in
your
passion
that's what
time it was
?




















...
..
.
The city sleeps in the dead of night.
The stars reveal a falling light.
The angels are sleeping at the top of the hill.
If the flash doesn't wake them then the sound
Surely will.

We rose from our beds with sleep in our eyes
And clouds overhead now blanket the skies.
The buildings and monuments are crashing to the ground
Ashes to ashes
We all fall down.

There's a nuclear reaction
to the judgement day display.
And the screaming sound ascending
to the tune of "Bomb's Away!"
Hand in hand, we'll burn alive
Like the way we feel inside.
You hold me close
and close your eyes
'Til particles of you and I collide.


We collide singing, "Bomb's Away."


Souls set free as fates are bound.
Lives once lost, in love, now found.
The city turns to ashes with these passions now full blown.
Come together, for the first time
It's the last time
That we'll ever be alone.

There's a nuclear reaction
to the judgement day display.
And the screaming sound ascending
to the tune of "Bomb's Away!"
Hand in hand, we'll burn alive
Like the way we feel inside.
You hold me close
and close your eyes
'Til particles of you and I collide.


We collide, singing:

"Bomb's Away."
Falling in love can be devastating.
 Jan 2018 Apostrophe's
Aflaha
Our hearts are making music together

And we are mersmerised

by the sweet melody
Before the civil war came
It was an assurance to slaves.
And then Lincoln freed them.
Now he is long in his grave.
Yet so many of us are still
Hoping for better times now.
We slave and we save but
We still don’t know just how.

What’s up there in the sky?
I want to know that, and why
Need we wait until time goes by
And why can’t someone try
To tell me there is more than dew
And why there’s nothing we can do
To get that delicious piece of pie
Now and not in the great by and bye?

I’m not asking why the sky is blue,
I know that and much more too.
I’m just questioning why the rich
Keep getting richer, not me and you,
And exactly what we all must do
To reverse an ugly, constant drain
Of those with little but not wealthy.
That can’t be a healthy kind of strain.

Yet here we are, century after century
Then when we go to church they tell us
To pray to the sky, to some invisible guy
And the rich tell themselves we are jealous.
They raise the prices so we can’t buy much
Then they create wars to totally scare us,
But when they need some cannon fodder
They definitely never will spare us.

It’s easy to cheat if people help them;
They know most of us are too silly
Most of us will blame the wrong thing
And not see them cheating ***** nilly.
They know we will go back to magazines
Vote just the way their daddies said.
They ignore what all the headlines mean.
Just like that, peace and freedom are dead.
 Jan 2018 Apostrophe's
Mya
My Truth
 Jan 2018 Apostrophe's
Mya
The crimson liquid rolling
Rushing
Down your back and from your spine
Gushing
I see the blade you tried to hide
Thinking she was on your side

Its began to dry
-the vital sap
With her gone-
you've no handicap

But you left the blade embedded
Seems to her you're still debted
Yet you know you owe her not
For with her hands she gave you naught

With heavy heart I try to save
All along you've been so brave
Leave her be
-and come to me
My truth shall set you free
Was she ever really there?
 Jan 2018 Apostrophe's
Andra
And months pass again and we dream.
And we don't even remember the other's voice, 'cause we try so hard to erase it all.
And all we have left is sensations.

her breath on your neck
the hand that wipes the tears from your cheek
the cigarette smell mixed with her perfume

Or  how her long hair would ****** you
and how any small part of her would grasp on to you
even though,
through words
she would say something completely different.

And months would pass again.
And when it is best for us,
Fate would bring us back to remind us of things that,
such fools,
we thought we forgot.
 Jan 2018 Apostrophe's
AR
I loved her with every inch of me,
I think its why my heart left when she did,
It tried seeking refuge even in the darkest corners of her mind,
I watched it shatter i watched it break,
But it never gave up not once stopped loving you,
Even when u sent it packing making space to all those that never stayed,
I finally watched it stop beating when i was no longer in your prayers,
When it tried coming home and someone was already there.
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 Jan 2018 Apostrophe's
masey
depression

depression is like sadness

but never goes away

sadness is where your sad for a day and the next your happy

depression is where it never goes away every day you get worse in worse

deeper into the dark tunnel of depression

the further you get the worse the depression gets

then anxiety comes along

is the bestfriend of depression

they make you feel broken.numb.scared

they fill your head of things that you need to worry about

depression makes you feel like your selfish

''like yea i know i have a good life,good family,food on the table,roof over my head''

i know i shouldn't be depressed but for some reason i can't bring myself to be happy

and people have it worse out there in the world

and im over here having all i could want in the world but happiness

i feel so **** selfish because if that

i don't want this life anymore

i hate it

i hate me

i hate society

i hate depression

depression *****

anxiety *****

life *****

the world *****

everything is just really ******

likes whats the point ant more

when life dumbs you with disipointments
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